Inclement weather

It’s been a week of sunshine and showers with just the occasional tsunami to upset the mood. With the weather being a bit of a gardener’s dream, I’ve spent most of the days clearing brambles and getting rid of dead trees and the landscape is already looking better for it. I’ve found fruit trees hidden within tangled fig tree branches and the crocus are popping up everywhere now that I have got rid of the infernal ivy. I’ve got so passionate about making something out of all this land, I even went a bought myself a present, Monty Don’s “The Complete Gardener”. Okay, I haven’t actually read much yet but the pictures are very inspiring and sometimes one just likes to look at Monty. The whole process is better than any form of meditation to soothe the soul even if the body is aching.

Unfortunately we had a theft over at L’Horte which angered everyone, especially my younger brother. A friend left their trailer there which got pinched along with our plough. Luckily the garage was locked but we now have to check on everything daily. It’s upsetting to think that someone(s) thinks it’s okay to steal Pop’s stuff. Removing everything before the empty property becomes common knowledge has become a bit of a race against time as Moth has to return to Kenya next week and he’s the only one that can drive the truck. On the plus side, Arry thinks a quick trip down to L’Horte means a swim in the river, less guard dog more wet dog. I do need the tractor though, the soil needs turning over before the winter sets in (Monty said so).

Evee gave me a scare mid-week. I think it’s a sort of mother’s instinct to wake up in the middle of the night and just know that something is wrong or perhaps the fact the dogs all started to move might have caused me to jump out of bed. Evee was writhing on the floor with spittle coming out of her mouth. I grabbed her just as she started to seize and caught her tongue as it slid down her throat. Now I’ve done a dog first aid course but to be honest, I probably did a lot wrong but she came to quickly. The dogs were frantic and wouldn’t leave her even when I had settled her back into my bed and as close to me as possible. A tiny little lady surrounded by her siblings was a bit of a precious moment. Thankfully the vet couldn’t find anything to be concerned about but I still keep her beside me in bed just in case.

Many of you have been asking me to give a little more insight into each of my dogs and how I ended up with so many. Therefore I am going to write an extra blog mid-week to tell each one’s story. That’s nine weeks worth….

 “Everyone thinks they have the best dog. And none of them are wrong.”  (W.R. Purche)